Psalms 39

1 To the chief Musician, even to Jeduthun, A Psalm of David. I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a bridle, while the wicked is before me.

For victorie, to Iditum, the song of Dauid. I seide, Y schal kepe my weies; that Y trespasse not in my tunge. I settide kepyng to my mouth; whanne a synnere stood ayens me.

2 I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred.

I was doumb, and was mekid ful gretli, and was stille fro goodis; and my sorewe was renulid.

3 My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: then I spoke with my tongue,

Myn herte was hoot with ynne me; and fier schal brenne out in my thenkyng.

4 LORD, make me to know my end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am.

I spak in my tunge; Lord, make thou myn eende knowun to me. And the noumbre of my daies what it is; that Y wite, what failith to me.

5 Behold, thou hast made my days as an hand breadth; and my age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. (Selah)

Lo! thou hast set my daies mesurable; and my substaunce is as nouyt bifor thee. Netheles al vanytee; ech man lyuynge.

6 Surely every man walketh in a vain show: surely they are disquieted in vain: he heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.

Netheles a man passith in ymage; but also he is disturblid veynli. He tresorith; and he noot, to whom he `schal gadere tho thingis.

7 And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.

And now which is myn abiding? whether not the Lord? and my substaunce is at thee.

8 Deliver me from all my transgressions: make me not the reproach of the foolish.

Delyuere thou me fro alle my wickidnessis; thou hast youe me schenschip to the vnkunnynge.

9 I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; because thou didst it.

I was doumbe, and openyde not my mouth; for thou hast maad,

10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.

remoue thou thi woundis fro me.

11 When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely every man is vanity. (Selah)

Fro the strengthe of thin hond Y failide in blamyngis; for wickidnesse thou hast chastisid man. And thou madist his lijf to faile as an yreyne; netheles ech man is disturblid in veyn.

12 Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.

Lord, here thou my preier and my bisechyng; perseyue thou with eeris my teeris.

13 O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I depart, and be no more.

Be thou not stille, for Y am a comelyng at thee; and a pilgrime, as alle my fadris. Foryyue thou to me, that Y be refreischid, bifor that Y go; and Y schal no more be.